The cold sharp razor slides across my wrist
theres just something about it i can't resist
drops of blood run down my arm
i heard that it does no harm
the cut keeps showing specks of blood on my arm
i heard to commit suicide it works like a charm
i don't know why i do it, IT relieves so much stress
but when you look down on your bathroom floor there's a big bloody mess
i want to stop, don't think i can
it's easy to see the scars with this tan
my speech is getting slurry
I'm outside were it's starting 2 flurry
red blood drops on the snow
i don't think you know
you don't know what I've been through
i guess you can see it now too
I'm weakening in the arms, I'm starting to die
I'm not ready! God don't take me to the sky
